Carolina Herrera. While I enjoy extravagance just as much as the next bride (ok, maybe I don't), my dream dress could pay for our honeymoon. And I'm not talking a Carnival Cruise departing from our home port of Tampa. I'm talking a Celebrity Cruise around the South Pacific, and maybe even a dive or two in Bora Bora.
So I called upon my second two favorite designers. I love their work first and foremost because they are wonderful seamstresses. (How can we forget that fabulous clown costume, a custom peice designed specifically for me as I laid down spread-eagle on a peice of material while my mom traced around me. Elastic on the arms and ankles and voila! If that doesn't just scream couture!)
I also love them because they are free labor. And while one sewing machine is good, two is better. And a surger is just the icing on the cake. (Hmmm... interesting. The one that owns the surger IS actually the one who will be icing the cake. Like how that works out?)
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